User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-3135907-20160213205236/@comment-3135907-20160415022438

The silent trek- which under most circumstances would have been one of pleasance and leisure -through woodland, over stream, and cross gentle clearing, found the party at last before a mean little dwelling sheltered by a leaning brittle-willow on a cool shaded riverbank where sunlight filtered only just enough to dapple the placid water that drifted beside it with lazy hues of gold and liquid silver that scintillated about in a slow waltz.

"Well, there's the 'ouse. Er...why don't ye jest...go on a'ead, Astrix. I'll catch ye up in a moment. 'E might do a face wot 'e doesn't know a fair sight better, ye see."